Music
The Postal Service (especially Such Great Heights and The District Sleeps Tonight) will forever remind me of this time in my life, particularly of my favorite weekend room mate... perhaps others to add to the list would be Black Eyed Peas (who will always remind me of a certain tall, black haired, green eyed man who happens to also sometimes sleep in my bed), old style Gwen, and K-os (especially him trying to be the man he used to be)...throw in there a little Sinatra, Fitzgerald, and one (yes, only one) Perry Como and you've got the audial experience for my summer... (is audial even a word??? well you get the idea...)
posted by Brie @ 7:45 pm
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killer bunnies must be built to Shaggy
the woodgrain on Scar's walking stick must be painted to Dead Can Dance
the book of armaments must be assembled to Brooklyn Funk
Ipods would distrupt my work since the flow must follow the music, the music the flow . . . randomness might create chaos, a tooth sewn to an ear a jewel dangling from the edge of a page
natty has brought in some great new african rapper, but since i haven't held the cd cover, i can't remember the name . . .
from the comfy maw of the savage beast
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